Yan Yan flicked off the ceiling light and rushed to the bedroom in the dark. He quickly put on his wig and took off his earrings, then returned to the living room as steady as an old dog.
According to his thinking, the light flickered, and Zhuang Yiyun should have woken up even if she didn't see him coming back. He took the opportunity to pretend to be wronged, waiting for someone to coax him, and then took the opportunity to advance their relationship.
So he stood in the living room and waited for at least five minutes, but there was no movement on the sofa. No turning over, no sitting up, no walking or talking, and he finally realized that something was wrong.
"Brother?" he called softly, turning on the light again. He walked around to the sofa and saw the man lying there with red cheeks and hot breath. He put his hand on his forehead, which was terribly hot.
Only then did he notice that he was not covered with a blanket and the room was not air-conditioned, so it was as cold as an ice cellar.
"Zhuang Yiyun?" He called out while patting his cheek, but the man didn't respond. His eyes were dark and he looked exhausted. He didn't notice if the man looked so haggard because they were far apart at school that day.
"Was it you who went to the bar to work all night or was it me? Aren't you doing scientific research? Why do you look like a prostitute?" Yan Yan complained, but his hands moved quickly and took out a thermometer to take his temperature.
"38.7 degrees..." What if he didn't come back? Wouldn't he be burned like a fool lying here
Yan Yan tried to help him up, but Zhuang Yiyun was so groggy that he didn't cooperate at all, and he sank as heavy as a dead person. He was tall and strong, if he was shorter, he could try to carry him like a princess... Forget it, the new sofa was big and soft, so he just let him lie there.
After bringing him a blanket to cover him and wringing out a cold towel to apply to him, Yan Yan opened his phone to order antipyretic medicine and antipyretic patches. While waiting for the medicine to be delivered, he first found the remaining ginger in the kitchen to make ginger soup, and then went back and forth to cover Zhuang Yiyun with a blanket.
This man was even more ungrateful when he was sick. He had a fever and needed to cover himself up, but he kept pulling the quilt off. The first and second times were fine, but when he pulled the quilt off for the third time within half an hour, Yan Yan got angry and started to undress him.
"I'll strip you naked and see if you want a quilt!" His tone was vicious, but his actions were only fierce for a moment.
After taking off his coat, his shirt was soaked with sweat and stuck to his body. His muscles were undulating and his pale, flushed face and stubble made him look so sexy that people wanted to tear off his shirt. Yan Yan resisted the urge to do it, but he couldn't help but take advantage of him: "You definitely can't get hard like this, but I heard that when you have a fever, it's especially hot inside. Zhuang Yiyun, you should reduce your fever quickly, or I might sleep with you."
After a lot of effort, Yan Yanchang let out a sigh and exhaled a breath of foul air. There was also a layer of sweat on his head. After taking off the wig that made him feel stuffy, he looked at Zhuang Yiyun who finally wrapped himself up in the quilt and thought: This job mainly requires concentration. God knows his hands were shaking a little when he untied his belt.
But now he knew through the thin layer of cloth that the marriage doctor's reminder was not unreasonable... It was so impressive when he was asleep, what would happen when he woke up? Yan Yan's thoughts were completely off track, and he began to hesitate. Can he eat this? He was extremely suspicious! Or should he just take advantage of his fever to get rid of him and run away
The doorbell interrupted his crazy imagination of the patient. The medicine arrived. Zhuang Yiyun, who was in a coma with a fever, didn't know that he almost fell upside down with his wife. He was helped up to take antipyretic medicine. The ginger soup was hot and choking, and he woke up from choking for a moment. When he opened his eyes, everything was blurry, and what he saw was dazzling gold. A voice rang in his ears: "Don't spit it out, swallow it."